March 15, 2005

Business Venture

Exile called to say he was in Pune yesterday, negotiating a deal with a 24-year old iPod-toting Spiderman (in the sense of multiple arms, not in the sense of multimillion dollar movies). Spiderman was a little too cool, and Exile’s plan was to either:

- Teach Spiderman a thing or two, by donating two strands of gray hair.- Throw Spiderman out of the window (later modified to tearing him apart limb from limb), and go back and explain to boss why things did not work out.

I dunno which course of action Exile finally took, but the newspaper did not have the mangled remains of Spiderman on any page this morning (unless you count the arachnid I squashed with it in my living room).

If things did work out after all, I am the happiest person, because Exile will bring me books on his next visit. (And now that it is here in writing, I can confront him if he forgets.)

If things did not work out, Exile must be making an explanation to his boss this very minute, while a business idea brews in my head.

Who wants to gang up and manufacture “Fic-Knics”? That’s short for fictitious knickers, or false stories cooked up to cover your ass.

And I can contribute a business plan for said venture - very appropriate too since the business plan is just spinning a yarn about the glowing prospects of a business whose revenue will come from spinning yarns!

I would love to join but I can't - It's against my religion. I am a devout follower of Swami Swayambhogananda - and he says telling lies for profit will make the Great Big Eye in the Sky angry with me, causing me to lose all my hard earned air miles. On the other hand, cooking up lies for fun, well...